There's something wrong with me. I love driving across any of the plains states - Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, The Dakotas whatever. I day dream about herds of bison, and Native Americans and the early white men making their way across seas of grass, getting into and out of trouble from whatever. Never seem to tire of it, not when you can see so far and have so few people traces still in the view. Though the wind turbines are changing that and fast.